I keep feeling it
That sick feeling in my chest
That dull ache of brokenness
Good God, I'm a mess
Everything I see reminds me of you
And I feel the tears brim in my eyes
When I think of what we used to be
I see that time doesn't fly
It hasn't been long
Honestly, it's only been days
But it feels like it's been weeks and months
Since you went away
I've shed so many tears
They just can't stop
For they continue to flow
That I think you'd need a mop
I wish you weren't happy with her
And that's a bitter thing to say
But I can't help but hate this
Because these feelings just won't fade
So while you talk and speak to her
I'll lay here in my lonely bed
And beg these tears to please just stop
But I know that it'll all stay in my head
YOU ARE READING
poetry of the confused soul
PoesíaJust stuff I write when I'm feeling stuff. Inconsistent and messy. For some background, this stuff varies from early teens all the way to present-day, in my 20s.
